love my life.
hate my life.
what’s going on?
…oh i’m just drunk
whattttt why am i on tumblr right now?
bye
i love my friends, good weather, and beer.
i went to puerto rico and that was fun. my stepsister and i got drunk everynight.
then we found a dealer, Fay. and we had enough weed to keep us high for 4 days straighttt. afternoon and nights. i wish mornings, nice wake and bake session, but my sister wasnt down.
my mom found out i smoked in puerto rico because there were pictures of us smoking on facebook. she told me she wanted to see my facebook and then bugged out. i knew what she was going to see.
she kicked me out and all so thats why im at my dads house.
salvia
wow so i tripped so hard on salvia a few weeks ago.
it was 80x and i took two hits (like an idiot) from a bowl.
i was like “i dont feel..” then dosed off to a trance.
i saw everything happening in stopmotion/flipbook and i felt like i was on a conveyor belt being made into a toy but it all felt so real so i thought i was a toy. so here i am seeing everything so bizarrely and people told me (afterwards) i was grunting and making noises. people kept calling my name so i finally opened my eyes and everyone i was looking at was a toy. they were all moving like dolls or like they were being moved by another force. since i was at a party at my friend chris’ house, people were walking in and out. my friends havent seen me in a while (bc i was on vacation) so they came to hug me and i freaked out because theywere real. i was used to being around toys that when “real” people entered the room i didnt know what to do with myself. so i just got really scared and pulled away from them.
michael was on it with me so we locked ourselves in the bathroom and hugged each other. we kept saying “they arent part of our realm”. we went for a walk and the tripping stopped and i was ready to party. so i did.
E
i did e like last month sometime and wow was it the most amazing feeling. i just kept saying “ohmygod ohmygod this feels so good”. everything i touched felt like an orgasm to my fingertips and i just kept touching myself.
people say don’t have sex on e. i say DO IT. it is the best sex ever and i know i pleased my boyfriend because i was doing things he has never seen felt or experienced before. he told me i was a “rainbow of positions” hah. <3 he wasnt on ecstasy, just me. he was really drunk though
i was up all night and the next morning was a sunday and i was still rolling. so i had to go home and watch charles stanley (an preacher that goes on tv) while i was coming down from e. i had an okay come down i cried on the train for no reason but michael was there for me.
ecstasy-try it when you get the chance. nuff said. )but make sure you stay out all night, your parents WILL know you are on something if you go home. they will see your ultra dialated pupils and you will want to touch things and everything will be so amazing. they would be yelling at you and you’ll probably be like “OHMYGOD YOUR VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL”
it’s a burst of happiness. but fake happiness. so beware, don’t be fooled.
he makes me so happy
so everything is just great
- i live with my dad now
- my mom is making me go to rehab for fucking marijuana. silly madre, do you really think im gonna go on thursdays? thursdays i go to the art galleries in Chelsea to take their wine and get drunk. why do you think i always come home late on thursday nights… i guess i can go after therapy. ha!
- i love my boyfriend. yeah yeah we’ve been together for 5 months, and i still feel it all.
- 4/20 was yesterday, did i go to school… nope. great holiday with my homegirl sade and boyrfriend and our guys.
- school is just getting too annoying. it’s such bull shit
- i’m going to SUNY ESF upstate in Syracuse, NY in the Syracuse U campus. i sent in my deposit and everything. woo moving up to Syracuse later this year. heaven, i think sooo.
- i’m going to make another post about drugs.
i’m so in love.
i am the main character to my story.
in spanish class, we were reading an introduction to a story and it basically said that each of us has our own story from our perception of a moment or memory. then we are also all very selfish but we cannot handle it because we are the main characters to our stories. we always share our opinion about things, our view of a memory which is completely natural, but kind of disturbing and there is no way out of it. we remember things by the way we want to remember them.
learning this has made me want to think twice before i say something to see if i’m talking about myself too much and i’ve realized i do very often. Someone would share a story with me and i’ll say “i have never experienced that” or “oh yeah! that’s just like this one time i…”.
it’s going to stop.
